"What ever has gotten into him?", Bombur thought to himself.This was the first time Gandalf had been so adamant about something. The same old man who always used to act so carefree. Hurrying to devour the last of poor Bilbo's bacon and eggs, Bombur glanced over at Thorin's table.
"Whatever you decide on, I will go along with it", he declared. "But in the burglar's defence, he seems to be a mighty fine cook, if I may say so myself."
Gathering his belongings, and donning his pale green hood, Bombur stepped out onto Bilbo's porch and enjoyed the warm morning sun. It had been dark when they arrived the night prior, and now Bombur took in the beautiful surroundings for the first time.
"Not a bad place to live, eh?" he said to Dori.
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